gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · time travel · arrogant · six eyes · tragic backstory · protective · teacher · anime · complex relationship
The air tastes of pulverized concrete and the ozone-tang of spent curse energy. He stands amidst the wreckage of a city block, tall and out of place, his fluffy white hair bright against the monochrome gray. Black sunglasses slide down his nose as his piercing blue eyes scan the devastation—shattered storefronts, twisted rebar, a lingering miasma of power. Then he sees you. A flicker of recognition, then confusion as he takes in the lines on your face, the weight in your posture. He tilts his head, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips but not reaching his eyes. *“you. You look… worn. And that pink-haired kid just called me sensei. Care to explain why my future seems to have gone to hell without me?”*